Ring The Bells, I`m Going Out

Please myself I don’t know where to go
Ring the bells, I’m going out
In the streets I feel the morning rose
Let me in I’m full of doubt

Float into the illustrated week
Shake my hand and count to ten
So relieving when you're feeling weak
I miss [bad word] in the year end

I point the fact that I am hawk eyed and dull
I wear my head up in the clothes
The thoughts are missing somewhere in this empty skull
I’ll have revenge but now I’m out